Memes!

[balsamandash]

I will attempting an actual update sometime in the next couple of days, especially because I mean to go rifle belatedly through friending memes, but for now, I am stealing memes.

Which fictional setting would you put me in, and what sort of role would I play there?

Or alternately:

Comment with a fanfic trope (and a character/pairing for it, if you want) and I will tell you:
• How likely I am to write it
• A few lines of a theoretical fic
(Fandom list, if you need it)

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MCU post-apocalypse

[balsamandash]

I love apocalypse/post-apocalypse fic. I love it a lot. And I would write it, I'd just need ideas. It's such a broad topic and there's so many things that can be done with it, both in so far as "total AU where people meet after/during" and "canon is canon until SUDDENLY WORLD ENDING", that I could do ALL THE THINGS, I just don't know what things right now. XD

Have a ficstart that probably makes little logical sense but is the first tihng that came to mind.


"Steve?"

"Peggy!" There isn't room for relief even at the sound of her voice; not with the timer still ticking. "Peggy there's a timer -- it's --"

"A virus," she interupts. "Yes, we know. Come back; Howard's found a way to--"

"I can't. Even if I could get back," he adds, glancing at the smashed navigation, "there's not enough time. It'd release before I got there. Peg... I gotta put her in the water."

His voice wavers. It isn't the last time, before the radio cuts out, but Steve plunges into the icy water with a sense of relief, the timer still ticking with eight minutes to go. The world wants to go dark, but he fights, his lungs burning as he listens; finally, the ticking stops, and he lets go.

*

He wakes up to a steady beep, beep, beep and a sterile, alcoholic smell stinging his nose, and everything is white when he opens his eyes. It takes a second to remember where he was, and he springs forward, yanking blindly at something that tries to hold him back. The beeping turns into a mechanical screech, and he's yelling without realizing it as four sets of hands try to hold him down.

"It's going to get out, the virus, it's going--"

"It's too late," says a too-calm voice, and Steve focuses on the new set of footsteps, the man in the long coat and eyepatch standing in front of him like he hasn't just said the worst thing he possibly could. "It's already out, Captain."

Steve barely feels them pulling him back into the bed. He doesn't bother fighting. If they're telling him the truth, what's the point in fighting anything, now?

[rootsofthestories]

Oh Steve, oh baby. *hugs him* I kind of love this a little, not gonna lie. I want you to do more with virus riddled Avengers and sadness and all sorts of terrible, wonderful goodness.